Chapter 9: Kyle's big risk

Wendy's friends were thrilled when they came back from the bathroom. They were actually very happy to see that Stan and Wendy were snuggling, because it was obvious that they liked each other again. They said 'way to go', and continued watching a movie.

Stan's smile grew. He couldn't believe that he and Wendy were close...very close. He got a tingling feeling, and looked at her again. Her eyes were on the TV, but he could tell that her mind was on him. Then he remembered. Oh no. what can I get her for Christmas? He had to find out. Since he was here, he had to at least find out an idea of what she would want. "Wendy?"

"Yeah Stan?" she replied, her eyes still on the TV.

"Just curiosity, what do you want for Christmas?"

Wendy took her head off Stan's shoulder and looked at him. That was a really random question. She stared at him for a little, but finally replied. "I don't know. There's nothing I really want."

Oh crap. There had to be something! "Well, aren't you hoping for something?"

"I guess. I mean, there's nothing specific I want. My parents, and all my friends usually get me something. I just like it because..it's from them. Even a card would be perfect from anybody who cared about me."

This was exactly what Bebe was talking about. It had to be personal and from the heart. So she didn't care? She didn't care what it was?

"Don't worry about me, Stan. I'll like whatever I get."

Stan's hopes went up a bit. Maybe it wouldn't be that hard. It had to come from the heart. And if Wendy liked anything her friends got her, then she would really like whatever Stan got her. He then smiled, and continued watching the movie.

In Kyle's room

Kyle was quietly sitting on his bed. Ever since he got home, his parents hadn't said a word to him. They must have been mad. But if they were usually mad at him, they would yell and send him to his room. But this time...nothing. It almost seemed like they didn't even want to talk to him. But they had to. Kyle had to find out about Ike. Was he better, or not? He really didn't feel like talking to his parents, and really just wanted to see Ike. But he couldn't. He wasn't aloud.

Kyle sighed. He had no idea what to do. He knew exactly where Ike was. He knew which hospital it was. But he wasn't aloud to go. "He's my little brother..." he started to himself. "I have to." Kyle jumped off of the bed, and left his room.

Gerald and Sheila were sitting on the couch, both reading either a book or newspaper.

Kyle didn't want to get caught. Not now. He snuck down the stairs, and before he could get out the door...

"Kyle, where are you going?" Sheila asked.

Oh crap. Kyle grew angry and just glared. He didn't say anything. He did not want to talk to his parents. He hated them. He hated them for good.

"Kyle, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

He sighed and turned around. "I'm just going to Stan's house."

"Stan's house, what for?" Gerald asked.

Kyle looked to the ground with a glare. Why did they need to know? "I just want to spend time with him."

"Oh," Sheila replied. "Well ok, but you need to be back at eight. If you don't, I'm calling Mrs. Marsh."

"K." He turned around, walked out the door, and closed it. He wanted to kill himself. He just lied to his parents. He lied to his parents! He couldn't believe it. This was not like him; not at all. He really wanted to kill himself. His heart pumped faster, and he got tingled. He couldn't believe it. But nothing was stopping him. Nothing. He had to see Ike. He didn't care if he got grounded for the rest of his life.

"Excuse me?" Kyle asked the lady at the desk in the hospital.

She looked down curiously at the eight year old boy. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Ike Brovlouski."

"Where are your parents, kid?"

"Please. I have to see my little brother. Is he better?"

"You mean the Canadian kid?"

"Yes!"

"Oh. I'm sorry honey, but he's not better. He's actually getting worse. I think you should go back home to your parents."

"I have to see him! Is there a way? How can I save him?!"

"The only thing you need to do is go back home to your parents, honey."

"WHAT?! I am not going home until I see my little brother!"

"Honey, I will have to call your parents if you don't leave now."

He couldn't believe it. EVERYBODY was keeping him away from Ike! He then glared and cursed at her, then ran out. When he got outside, he started to sob. He couldn't believe it. His little brother was getting worse; nobody was doing anything to help him; he wasn't able to see him. "Why? Why? Why?!"

"Kyle, are you ok?" a voice asked.

Kyle gasped, and looked at the spiky blond-haired boy; Butters. "Butters, I..."

He walked toward him. "You're crying. What's wrong?"

There was no sense in not telling him. "It's Ike. He's very sick, he's not getting any better, and I'm not aloud to see him. The hospital won't let me see him!"

"Why not?"

"I have no idea!" He started to sob more and put his hands over his face.

"Kyle, please don't cry." Butters put his hand on Kyle's shoulder.

"I don't know what to do. I tried everything. I tried to get a job, I tried to get in, I even lied to my parents! That's as bad as I can get! I even snuck out the other night!"

Butters was shocked. He knew that Kyle would do nothing like that unless it was serious. "It must be pretty bad."

"It is! I stayed at Cartman's house! That's how much I hate my parents. I even told them that."

"Wow. If I told my parents I hated them, they would ground me for sure."

Kyle ignored the comment, and kept sobbing.

Butters hated to see his him suffer. He hated it. He had to help some how. He had to help even if it got HIM grounded. It wouldn't matter. He was use to it anyways. "Well, I think I can help you, Kyle."

Kyle's head lifted. "You can? How?"

"Well, can you wait til tomorrow, because I need to get home now."

"That's fine."

"Ok. Meet me here tomorrow at 6:00 pm. And I'll help you sneak in."

I know what you're thinking. 'That is so not like Butters!' HE's a perfect little angel, but he's so perfect that he would do something bad to help his friend.

Sorry it was so short, and I guess this chapter didn't do much. But the next chapter will; I promise.